Oh hello, Professor. I just thought I’d stop by during office hours to ask a little favor. I need you to write me a glowing recommendation for grad school next year. I know you’ll miss me, but maybe you’ll also be a little relieved to have me out your hair. It has certainly been fun, our whirlwind romance, but I know I can count on you to keep your letter of recommendation for me strictly professional. No need to mention the time I sucked you off before you presented at that conference or all the department money you spent on upgrading our rooms when we did research together last fall. I don’t know why you’d get cold feet about this simple task after compromising your integrity so frequently these last few years...am I not your favorite student? We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either you write me these letters of recommendation right now (yes, I know they’re all to top 10 schools, that’s the whole point) and we can get back to the sex you’ve come to like so much, or we can do this the hard way and I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to leak some choice videos of you engaged in some very inappropriate behavior with a certain young, impressionable undergrad. Which is it going to be, professor, saving your career or helping me advance mine?
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